His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 1404:

Belinda took Bethany’s hand, guiding her away.

Once they were far enough from the restroom, Bethany couldn’t resist asking, “What’s with the odd tension between you and Zaria?”

Belinda said, “She’s the eldest daughter of the Wright family, the leading family in Soling. And… she’s one of Darwin’s admirers.”

“Another one of Darwin’s admirers?” Bethany’s jaw dropped, her eyes blinking in disbelief. She added, “Don’t tell me she’s like Minna.”

Belinda offered Bethany a faint, somewhat resigned smile. “I can only say this—Zaria is marginally more reasonable than Minna. The first time we met, she quickly remembered me just because Darwin greeted me. And the second time we met, she asked me to keep my distance from Darwin.”

Bethany let out a sigh after hearing that. “What is it with all these women obsessed with Darwin? They behave as though their mere affection gives them territorial rights over him. The moment he interacts with any woman, they go mad with jealousy. Honestly, it’s absurd.”

Bethany rolled her eyes, clearly fed up with these women’s behavior.

Belinda let out a quiet, amused laugh. “Exactly. That’s why I told her—once she officially becomes Darwin’s girlfriend, then she can start talking to me like that.”

Bethany just chuckled, shaking her head.noveldrama

When the two women returned to their booth, an unsettling scene awaited them. Faye was holding Lucas’s arm, leaning her head against his shoulder in a gesture far too intimate, murmuring something. Both Belinda and Bethany stopped in their tracks. Their expressions darkened.

Bethany stepped forward without hesitation and said sharply, “Faye, what’s going on? Look at your makeup; it’s smeared all over Lucas’s shoulder!”

“What? Really?” Faye gasped, startled. She instantly let go of Lucas and dove into her handbag for her compact mirror.

After checking her reflection, she turned to Bethany with a playful pout. “Bethany, you tricked me! My makeup’s fine.”

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Bethany offered a faint smile. “Maybe for now. But the way you were pressing yourself against Lucas, it’s only a matter of time before your makeup smears. Anyway, I’m curious—what were you saying to Lucas just now? Why did you need to lean on his shoulder like that?”

The implication in her words was unmistakable.

Several people in the room exchanged knowing glances, their expressions subtly shifting as they sensed the tension.

Yet Faye seemed oblivious to that, giggling. “Oh, I was just trying to convince Uncle Lucas to join our dice game! He didn’t want to play, so I was trying to persuade him.”

Bethany raised an eyebrow. “Dice, huh? Count me in; I’m pretty good at it. Let’s see who’s got real skills.”

“Sure!” Faye replied.

And just like that, Bethany, Faye, Johnson, and Vincent gathered around the table to play.

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